When I was in college, I shared an apartment with two other eighteen
year-olds. Jerry was a farm boy like myself and Mark was a big city boy
from Manhattan. Because we had so much in common, Jerry and I really
hit it off. Although we were too busy with our studies during the week,
we went out partying every weekend. We both wanted to find girlfriends,
but, because there were far more men than women at our school, there
was fierce competition for pussy.

One Friday night, we went to a rowdy singles bar to chase girls. We
finally gave up and went to a quiet bar where we could talk. We both
drank more than usual as we talked about our limited sexual experience.
He told me far more about himself than I wanted to know. He was unsure
about his sexual preferences after sprouting a hard-on while watching a
gay video. "There's only one way that I can find out if I'm gay," he
said. "I've got to go down on a guy. If I don't like it, I will know
that I'm not gay. Would you let me suck your cock?"

I would have jumped at the chance to get a blowjob from a stranger, but
Jerry was my friend and I was afraid that if he sucked my dick it would
destroy our friendship. I told him that I would think about it on the
way home. Mark always went home on weekends so Jerry and I had the
apartment to ourselves.

I took a shower and then went to Jerry's room where I found him naked on
his bed masturbating his big cock with a pussy to go stroker. I had never seen him with a hard-on
before and was very impressed by his nine-inch tool. I took the towel
from around my waist to expose my six-inch boner. "How do you want to
do this?" I asked.

Jerry sat on the edge of the bed and motioned me toward him. Suddenly my
cock was buried in his warm, wet, slippery mouth. I had only had two
blowjobs in my life from a slut in high school, and they hadn't been
half as good as the head I was getting from Jerry. I could hardly
believe that he had never sucked before, but he insisted that he
hadn't.  He stopped for a second to lean over and grab some Hot Stuff Massage Oil
and he began to rub my thighs and ass with one hand.
I asked Jerry if I should cum in his mouth or pull out. "Cum in my
mouth," he answered. "I want to see what it's like." If I hadn't been
drunk I would have shot off within a minute or two. As it was, it took
him more than a half-hour to suck me off. He became more skillful with
every second that passed. When he did something with his lips or tongue
that felt especially good, I told him and he added it to his
repertoire. I was afraid he would stop sucking if I warned him that I
was going to cum, so I let it fly without saying a word. He gagged on
my copious load a few times, but managed to get it down.

"How did you like it?" I asked. "It was okay. It didn't feel unnatural.
You should try it, too." I got down on my knees and examined Jerry's
thick cock. I felt that the fair thing to do was to give him a blowjob,
but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

I stretched out on the bed and had him stand beside it. I reached up and
took his big cock in my hand and began jerking it. It took him a long
time to cum but when he finally did, his jism fell on me like warm
rain. At least ten spurts gushed out of his cock onto my chest, belly,
cock, and thighs. Some even dribbled onto my face.

I don't remember how many times Jerry sucked me off that weekend, but it
was probably close to ten times. Neither of us could get enough. Jerry
constantly pestered me to let him practice tooting my meat whistle, and
I was always willing to let him do it. Although I was never able to
bring myself to give him head, I gave him a hand-job each time he
sucked me off. I enjoyed the feel of his big, greasy cock in my hand
and the sight of his cum spitting into the air. Neither of us had any
sap left in our balls by Monday morning.

It was wonderful having somebody around who couldn't get enough of
sucking cock. I hardly ever masturbated after that, and when I did it
was almost always with Jerry and for the fun of it rather than out of
necessity. I even jacked off in his mouth a few times. During the week
when Mark was around, Jerry and I had to be discrete, but we still
managed to get each other off once or twice a day. One morning I awoke
to find him sucking my hard cock. I didn't stop him and it wasn't long
before I was serving him a hot breakfast.

One Friday night after going out on the town for a few drinks, Jerry